my brother became a scum

I overturned the evidence of the previous additional prosecution and paid a fine for abuse of legal resources.The new secretary dutifully reported Zhang Chen's recovery to me, but I didn't want to see him once.

People's feelings are not endless, and I don't have that much emotion for the time being.

I arranged for him the best medical environment, the most considerate nurses, the best legal team, and promised to be with him when he came out. I couldn't think of anything else I could do for him.

Zhang Chen wrote a letter and asked the nurse to hand it over to me. I tore open the letter paper. It was nothing more than words that he missed me very much. He mentioned some interesting things in the past, and his words were very sincere.

I finished reading the letter, inserted it into the shredder, and let the paper shred into fine pieces along with the words on it.

No matter how good the memories of the past are, they are just the past. The Zhang Chen in front of him is no longer what he used to be.

Zhang Chen returned to the prison, I am not worried about his mental state, he is a very purposeful person, since he has fulfilled his long-cherished wish, there is no reason to waste too much time.

When winter came again, I was standing still in front of my grandfather's grave.The secretary trotted over and told me the news that the worst prison escape broke out in Xijiao Prison since its establishment, but Zhang Chen discovered it in time and stopped it all. Grabbing Zhang Chen's hand, he kept calling him a good boy.

I raised my eyebrows at the word "good boy". If he knew that the "good boy" in his mouth was probably the catalyst for the escape, he might not be able to say a word "good".

The team of lawyers I assigned to Zhang Chen made use of their strengths. Zhang Chen’s sentencing was already heavy in the past, but now he pleads guilty with a good attitude, actively participates in the construction of the prison, and has made major meritorious deeds. It was reduced to five years. After deducting the time Zhang Chen had already served in prison, there were only a little more than three years left.

And I, somewhat disturbed, set aside more money for donations and charity.

It was the visiting day again, and I went to visit Zhang Chen in the prison. The secretary prepared the most exquisite dim sum in the city, which I held in my hand and put on the table.Zhang Chen's hair grew a little longer. He has been treated very well recently. I heard that even the prison guards left the room, leaving room for us to talk.

But I don't have much to say, being away from each other for too long makes talking difficult.

Zhang Chen didn't touch the box of snacks either, he raised his fingers and let out a sigh of relief - the room is not heated, it's a bit cold, my fingers are wearing a pair of buckskin gloves, Zhang Chen didn't wear them, it turned a little red from the cold .

I took off my gloves, folded them, and threw them in front of him.

He clicked his tongue, without any expression on his face, and said, "Chen Heping, your temper has grown."

"You haven't changed, you still look like this."

"Are you praising that I haven't become ugly, or that I haven't been kneaded into dough yet?"

"I want to boast that you are still young. Such a big prison can't hold you no matter what."

Zhang Chen didn't speak anymore, he picked up a glove and put it on slowly.

"I want to come out to see you sooner."

"What's the rush, I promise you everything."

"Chen Heping, I'm afraid you won't even talk to me when I come out in a few years."

"Not really."

I said these three words lightly, and after thinking about it carefully, I thought it was quite possible.

Zhang Chen is more sensitive than I imagined, and yes, he has always been smart and can always make the right choice.I was impatient to analyze what he was thinking, frankly speaking, staying in this slightly cold room, I didn't feel any relaxed and happy emotions, it was more like a routine.

After a while, Zhang Chen spoke again. He said, "What happened? You have changed a lot."

"You forced me to die, and I regretted it. Of course the changes have been great."

"If I say that I was forced to commit suicide, do you believe it or not?"

"There is no other way to commit suicide," I knocked on the table, "unless someone wants to kill you."

"The old lady's man's family hasn't died yet. They don't want me to come out early, and they want me to die in prison."

"This sounds a lot like the plot in a TV series." I didn't mean anything else, just feeling emotional.

"It seems that you don't believe me anymore." After Zhang Chen said this, he kicked the table.

"You lied to me too many times."

"I didn't lie to you this time."

"So do you need any help?"

"No need, I have almost dealt with those who want to kill me."

"Oh, you worked hard then."

"You said you'd be with me when I got out, didn't you?"

Zhang Chen asked this question lightly, and I answered lightly too.

"I promised you, it will happen naturally."

Zhang Chen closed his eyes, his face was expressionless, as if he was sad, but it was more like my illusion.

"I'll be out early."

"as you like."

We had nothing to say, I turned around and left the prison where Zhang Chen was bound.Halfway through the car, it started to snow, and the snow was getting bigger and bigger. I looked out the window through the car window.In the white snow, a group of children chased and played, smashed fresh snowballs on their companions, and then ran quickly to avoid the "attack" of others.

The children were laughing carefree, living the happiest time in their lives, the car moved forward slowly, I turned my head and stopped looking.

I sent people to investigate the situation in the Western Suburb Prison, and found that before Zhang Chen committed suicide, the prison had indeed undergone some changes. The more obvious one was that Zhang Chen's roommate had changed to a newcomer, and the newcomer and Zhang Chen got along pretty well.Not long after the prison break, the newcomer was transferred from Xijiao Prison. Although there was no more definite evidence, it proved that Zhang Chen's words were not groundless.

I donated a sum of money to the Western Suburb Prison again, invited the warden to drink tea and chat for a day, and hired a few people in the prison to play by ear through some less bright means.

I never told Zhang Chen about these things, but when we met again, he solemnly said "thank you".To be honest, I was very surprised when I heard this thank you. I thought that a person like Zhang Chen would never say such words, especially in front of me.

I was a little embarrassed, so I had nothing to say, and asked him what he was doing recently, his answer was unexpected, he said he was writing a novel.

I asked him what kind of novel he was writing, and he said he was writing nonsense, and he wrote whatever came to mind.

I didn't ask any more questions, left and right are just a way to pass the time.

Before leaving, Zhang Chen asked me if I would come over during the Chinese New Year. I thought about it and told him, I would not.

With a natural look on his face, he asked me, "Why didn't you come over during the Chinese New Year?"

I opened my eyes and said nonsense: "Go abroad to discuss business."

After hearing my answer, he looked at me blankly. After a while, he lowered his head and said, "I really want to celebrate the New Year with you."

"Sorry, I can't do what you wanted."

"Work is more important, but also pay attention to rest."

"it is good."

I lied to him. During the Chinese New Year, I didn't have any overseas negotiations. I just simply didn't want to be with him. I simply booked a foreign tour group and flew abroad from the 28th of the twelfth lunar month.

Money cannot buy many things, but the services it can buy are enough to make people feel happy. I spent the fifteenth day of the first lunar month abroad before returning to China by special plane.

The people accompanying me bought some gifts for me. I looked at them and packed them all up. I carried them to the prison and handed them to Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen hasn't had a good time this year. He looks a little thinner and has dark circles around his eyes. Once he doesn't sleep well at his age, he will show his old appearance.

I finally saw a little trace of age on his face, and I didn't feel distressed, but rather happy for no reason.

My thoughts deviated for a moment, but I quickly returned to the normal track. I handed him a bunch of foreign gifts and said, "I hope you will like it."

He also turned away, and began to flip through it in the palm of his hand. He took out a white note from a pocket with his fingertips, looked down, and his expression changed slightly.

He smiled and asked, "Where did you go for business?"

I was a little embarrassed for a moment, but it was not a big deal, so I simply admitted: "I went abroad to play for a few days."

"So do you go out to play after working for a few days, or go out to play without work at all?"

"..."

I didn't speak anymore, feeling a little impatient in my heart.

Zhang Chen didn't ask anymore, he put the paper on the table and handed it to me.

"Your new secretary is very strict, I just ask casually."

We all know that his "asking casually" is a deliberate temptation, with an inexplicable sense of absurdity, I said: "Zhang Chen, you are a bit lenient."

"I just didn't expect that you would lie to me too."

"That's not deception, that's called white lies." My self-control stopped working briefly, and I let a lot of words come out directly. "Perhaps you would rather let me say bluntly, I don't want to celebrate the New Year with you?"

Zhang Chen turned his head, clicked his tongue, and said, "I don't want to quarrel with you."

"There is no need to argue."

So we broke up.

The atmosphere of the next few meetings was not very right, he was cold-faced, and I was cold-faced, giving things and seeing people, and chatting for a few days would be cold.

Zhang Chen said that I was impatient, and I retorted that he was too arrogant and indulgent, the two of them couldn't get married, and they couldn't get angry for long.

Zhang Chen would ask me what was wrong at first, but later, he stopped asking.

I'm actually fine, maybe it's just that I'm under a lot of pressure. After all, Mr. Bai has transferred the properties under his name to me one after another, and my workload has increased many times invisibly.

Mr. Bai is in the industry. His company has never been listed, and he owns 99% of the absolute controlling stake.

For the handover problem, I have to have frequent conversations with him, sometimes by voice, sometimes by video. After each conversation, there is a feeling of exhaustion, not physically, but psychologically.